If it is a perhaps
Why confine it
Try to realize it
Waiting for you to seek
Miracles do happen

I can't even write
Because my minds pre-occupied
Worrying about you
Your will to live
If the skin is split
Upon your wrist

when I wake, will you be there?
Or was the weight to much to bare?
You know I'd bare it all
For the beautiful girl who made me fall

So in love,
But I'm never enough,
To take that weight off your shoulder
You're going uphill carrying boulders
And I cant do anything but watch

With strained eyes,
As the love of my life
Is losing her mind
While I sit here and whine
Because I feel so ******* helpless

Why can't I save you?

These stars are viewed
Better underneath them with you
The song the crickets sing
Reminds me of the sting
And how alone I really am
Wishing you were here

I know you're sleeping
And I know you need the rest
But I can't feel lonely
When your head is on my chest

And I listen to you breathe
Deeply with closed eyes
And I wrap my arms around you
Reassuring that you're mine

But for now I'm by myself
Writing nocturnal diaries about you again
I'll see you in the morning,
So this night is at an end

For warmth we hunger
As winter rolls like thunder

You and I are nothing.

Together the world does not recognize us.

And, let me tell you, it is wonderful to live like this:

We are free.

Free, I tell you!

Neither we float nor breathe, nor aspire. Why to worry about something if doing it will convert us on somebody and the others want us without being or existing.

Nobody wants to love us, they prefer us that way.

Nothing.

Like this.

No word: there is no adjective nor noun that defines us.

We are this and that, whatever we want to be and do.

If the maximum capacity of an elevator is "four people" and within it there are two in front of us and the box stops to pick up two more, they come in because they do not want to believe we exist.

We are gods.

And if we are gods (for universal balance) we are also counterpart.

It is only our decision.

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